Thursday, 29 November 2012

Entering the Twilight zone...

It's oh so quiet... Schhhh.. Schhhh...
P is at a work related dinner and Baby S went to sleep early tonight.. Yeeeeiiyy!!
It's ME-time! Tonight that means comfy home wear, sofa, junk food, must (or, as IKEA calls it; "Swedish festive drink") and Twilight marathon!
Only one question remains...
Team Edward or Team Jacob??

Advent coffee a well known ritual in Sweden. And now I brought it to Hungary. Or, at least, to the expat wives of Buda! I served the lovely ladies some homemade traditional Swedish goodies such as lussekatter (saffron buns in funny shapes), pepparkakor (gingerbread cookies) and kolasnittar (toffee cookies).

Based on the empty plates and all the cookies the ladies brought home "to the kids" I would say it was a success.

For those of you who want to make your own lussekatter, here's the recipe I used.

Friday, 23 November 2012

I heart Mom and Dad

Since Prince Charming has been away in business this past week, I've had my wonderful parents come stay with me and baby S. Oh, how I love having them around, seeing them with my little girl and being able to show them some of my everyday life.

They arrived Saturday while P was still here. We picked them up at the airport (yes, I admit it was a relief to see that they a) made it to the airport in Gothenburg on time, b) got to take their bags on to the aircraft (stupid Wizzair and Ryanair for their idiotic rules concerning handbagage!) and c) weren't stopped by customs). I'm a worrier.. what can I say!? 

From the airport we went straight to the small village of Szentendre, where we enjoyed the classic goulash with beer, strolled around the souvenir shops and of course; went bananas at the christmas decoration shop! Love that place! I could literally spend hours and hours there, ooohing and aaahing over the glitz and glam. And finally I got to show it to Mom! 

Just gotta mention the dinner P cooked for us; wienerschnitzels so tender they melted in your mouth. And we topped it off with a bottle of the Amarone we bought on our trip to Italy this summer. Ahhh, la dolce vita! 

Sunday morning P, my dad and I went to the Széchenyi bath to soak. Not as shabby as it's rumour, I thought. It's a huge thermal bath, with both indoor and outdoor pools. We had a blast. They have a swirl pool, where they who enter it get swooshed around, lika a merry-go-round. I will never ever forget the image of my dad swishing by P and me, giving P a high five as he passed. He was like a teenager again. Heartwarming!

The rest of the week included shopping at the mall, a visit to the amazing Christmas fair at Vörösmarty Tér where we had some glühwein with high promille, taking baby S to the playground, having a delicious dinner at Café 57, checking out the Great Market hall and Vaci út with all it's souvenir shops, and a lot of window shopping for antiques...

When it was time for them to leave my heart broke... it was so hard to see them getting in to that taxi.. now I know how they feel every time S and I leave them. It got so quiet and empty here! Luckily we'll be together again in just a short month to celebrate Christmas.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Sun is shining..

... the weather is sweet!

Makes me wanna move.. my mommy feet! (to the playground)

Friday, 9 November 2012

A teenage girl is a teenage girl is a teenage girl...

Selma and I had lunch at the mall today. Sitting at the table next to ours were three Hungarian teenage girls. Teenage girls behaviour is clearly a worldwide phenomenon. They giggle all the time. No, seriously, ALL the time. Whisper. Giggle. Gossip. More giggle. Giggle so much they can hardly speak. Selma was completely mesmerised by these girls. She couldn't stop staring at them. Which, of course, only made them giggle more. And I whispered to my baby girl; ¨Trust me, that will be you one day. That used to be mommy and that will be you.¨ And I remembered how annoying my bestie Jenny-Jen and I were. Oh, poor parents who had to put up with our constant giggling, gossiping and hours on the phone with each other. Cuz that's what teenage girls do. And I hope I remember that when it's Selma's turn to giggle.
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